Author Archives: Catherine

So it’s January 31. The first day of the rest of my life after the Whole30. It’s hard to know where to begin, so I’ll begin with the scale. I lost 10.5 pounds. Now, weight is only one small measure … Continue reading →

First let me sit in silent awe that I have not posted in two months. Too much going on I guess… namely Thanksgiving, Christmas, our 17th wedding anniversary (!!), New Year’s, test-solving a ton of crossword puzzles for Rex Parker, … Continue reading →

This morning, I was working on some writing for National Novel Writing Month and wanted to dig out an old journal about a trip to my grandmother’s house in Tickfaw, Louisiana. It took a while to track down because I … Continue reading →

Okay, so two days post-op. I am still rather sore and achy. I don’t feel full of vim and vigor. Ben is exhausted from being himself plus Mr. Mom. “Riding two horses with one ass” as he likes to say. … Continue reading →

You may want to avoid the following if you’re not a fan of the female reproductive system. I’m going into surgery tomorrow to see if I have endometriosis. This is the thing where your uterine lining can grow in places … Continue reading →

It’s been a heckuva week in Bath, Ohio. I know that Hurricane Sandy really hammered the East Coast, and we are 500 miles away. I know that many people have lost their homes, been flooded out, and some have even … Continue reading →

Great news! I have a rare genetic disorder. It’s called MTHFR gene mutation. If you google it, as I did, you will soon find yourself up to your neck in incredibly complicated information, like this helpful piece from Wikipedia: Methylenetetrahydrofolate … Continue reading →

We just celebrated Isaac’s 10th birthday last weekend. He decided on a Pokemon theme to his party and wanted some relevant cake action. Like this! Um… I know that my owl cake has given me some cred as a cake … Continue reading →

So… my triumphant arrival to the lowest rung of the fitness ladder was in fact short-lived. A scant two weeks into my debut as a monitor-wearing stationary recumbent biker, I was … what’s the word? “Kicked out” is too strong. … Continue reading →

As so often is the case, an extraordinary turn of events began with something utterly mundane: I was out of Prilosec. This morning, we managed to get everyone dressed and fed and in the car for church a little bit … Continue reading →